I keep making forays into being a water drinker. Not that I don't like water, but getting to a good amount on a daily basis feels as insurmountable as, well, drinking a river. As a work buddy would say, "Geez, oh, Pete!"
I've seen recommendations lately that you should drink half your weight in ounces. So, if you weigh 150 lbs (dream on, Donna), you would need to drink 75 ounces of water, 200 lbs and you're drinking 100 ounces of water. That's a lot of water. Even if I shoot for the eternal, magical 8x8 (eight 8oz glasses), that's a lot of water.
Golfing in the summer heat makes it easy. I drink more then, naturally. The rest of the time, it's a struggle. I've tried it cold, ice cold, at room temperature. Flavored, plain, fizzy or with lemon. Special containers, phone apps for tracking, Sharpie marks on the side of a water bottle indicating how many times I've refilled it. I could count coffee, milk, juice, tea, diet soda, etc. and get a little closer to my goal, but it feels like cheating and I have a hard enough time remembering how much plain water I drank, much less all the other beverages.
Sometimes I feel like a remake of the movie 50 First Dates. Yesterday, I started over at reaching my daily goal. And the day before. And the day before that, week, month, year. So here I am again. I seriously think I'm better off chugging 8 oz of tap water every time I think of it, like medicine. If I cut myself some slack and try to ease into it during the day, it's suddenly evening time and I'm peeing a river through the night getting up multiple times.
Here's my solemn pledge to you, my Spark friends - today is another do-over. I will try once more to get that water in and bless my body 8 ounces at a time.